Frankie. I thought to myself as I cautiously walked towards the door. I grasped the knob and slowly turned it. The door opened to reveal a slightly worried Frank.

"Oh sunshine." He said holding his arms open. I didn't even hesitate to run in to his arms.

“It's okay, it’s okay” He repeatedly whispered into my ear, picking me up simultaneously. It didn’t take much for me to break down in his arms.

"W-why did h-he do it a-again? H-he promised he w-wouldn't." I sobbed into Frank's shirt.

"I really couldn’t tell you, Hannah. All I know is that he is worried sick about you." He added emphasis to the end of his sentence. Is he really? I doubt it, because if he really cared, he would've kept his promise. He hurt me. Not physically, but he scarred me emotionally and mentally. It really hurt, to see him lying on the floor drunk, after all the progress he made.

"How? H-how is he worried sick about me?" I said, staring up in to Frank's hazel eyes. My tears had begun to subside, but remnants of my waterworks remained on my cheeks.

"Because he loves you." He whispered, softly running the pad of his thumb along the sides of my face, wiping the quickly drying tears from my pale skin.

I let the words sink in. Does he really? Even after what he did? It's possible he does, but what if it's just because he feels bad?

"No, no he doesn't. There is no way in hell he does. That little fucker cannot get drunk on his floor and then turn around and say he loves me." I growled, fighting back another wave of tears.

I dug my face back into his shoulder. “I can’t do this anymore.”

I felt a hand grip my wrist and turn it around, palm up. I lifted my head and looked down, looking at my clean slate.

“Yes you can, Sunshine. You’re a strong girl, and if you couldn’t do this, then this would hurt like a bitch.” He giggled softly, running the pad of his thumb over my skinned-over scars. “You’ve been clean, you are clean, and you’ll stay clean. Understand?” I slowly nodded my head. I can do this. I can do this.

We stood there for a minute or two, reveling in the awkward silence. He seemed to hesitate on his next words, unsure of what to say.

“Fuck this. C'mon, we're going for a ride." He took my arm and led me down the stairs to the front door. I couldn’t help but wonder- Where are we going? What if he takes me to Gerard? I mean, I wouldn't be mad, but I might not forgive him right away. What if he just took me somewhere nice, so I can calm down? I don't know, but I'm curious as to what he has in mind.

Frank opened the passenger side door for me and I stepped in. He also handed me a new, red Sharpie. I looked down at my wrist and immediately started to draw whatever I could, and then I saw my Bittersweet tattoo. The memories of that day came pouring back to my head. How Gerard had taken me to get it done, how he drew it so precisely, and how wonderful that day was... What happened to that Gerard? It seemed to disappear that day, our little piece of heaven interrupted by that phone call that seemed the be the beginning of the end.

I drew a heart, broken straight down the middle. I still love Gerard, I'm just extremely mad at him. Frank started the engine and pulled away from the curb. I stared at the house as we drove away. My eyes started to get heavy and I drifted off in to sleep.



I opened my eyes to Frank trying to wake me up. "Where are we?" I asked tiredly. "We're at our destination", he said flatly. "And that would be…?" I yawned. "Oh you'll see", he muttered.

I slowly got up out of the car and stretched out. I wasn't a big fan of car rides, not since Casey's death. I looked around and saw where we were. The familiar dark house stood out on this bland and beige road- I knew exactly where we were.

“No. No. Fuck no, Frank I changed my mind. I’m not doing this. I refuse.” I yanked on the passenger door to try and hide in the car again, almost ripping the damn thing off in the process. He locked the door, the little fuck.

I sat down on the gravel, my back against the door. I held my knees close to my chest, adamant on staying where I was.

“Suit yourself.” He stated, appearing around the corner of the car. He knelt down and scooped me up, throwing me over his shoulder as I thrashed about animalistically in his arms, demanding he put me down. He ignored my cried and pleads, marching me up to Gerard’s door.


Frank knocked on the door and not a second later, a disheveled man appeared in the doorway. He looked as if he had been crying for a very long time.

"Really, Frank?”

“What! She wan gonna run!”

“Whatever, come in." He said, his voice all scratchy. Frank finally put me down, allowing me to straighten out my clothes. I sulked in to the house, feeling extremely nervous as every damn memory came flooding back from that night. I shuddered at it all; this is too much for me right now. I sat on the couch, inhaling the familiar smell of cigarettes and coffee and letting it settle my nerves. Fuck, I missed this.

I sat with Frank next to me- Gerard settling down on the recliner across the room. We all shifted uncomfortably, unsure of what to say to one another.

“Look, Gee. I’m sorry for running-“

“No.” He said softly. He approached me with soft steps and dropped to his knees

“Hannah, I'm so fucking sorry. I made a promise-and I broke it. I feel like an asshole, I have sense you left. You had every right to leave, and I don’t blame you. I fucked up, big time. You've been through a lot in the past couple years, and I understand completely if you can’t find it in your heart to forgive me. I don’t deserve your forgiveness. But I mean this when I say I can't go on without you. I shouldn't have done that, and I am so, so fucking sorry. Please, Hannah baby, please give me a second chance. I swear I’ll do right by you this time. I’ll never hurt you again because... because... I love you, Hannah. And it took me losing you to realize that I can’t live without you in my life. I love you with all my heart; and even if you hate me so much to walk out that door and never look back, that won't change a damn thing." He gently took my hand in his, interlocking our fingers.

I stood there, breathless. How do I respond to this?

The only way I know how.

“Don’t fucking touch me.”

Notes

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